Wednesday, December 3, 2008

chasms of blue


at the enormous distance above my 

subterranean living room the houses take root,

the mists assemble. The mud is read or black.

Monstrous city, endless night!

lower down are the drains.On either side, nothing but the thickness

of the globe. Perhaps chasms of blue sky, wells of fire.


A Rimbaud 

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